Minnie made the nest. I’d see her curled up there in the winter, a crack of sunlight coming through the barn door. Then, one day we saw Grey Hen sitting in the nest. Soon after that we began finding the eggs.
One afternoon last week, I saw Grey Hen on the nest. When I went into the barn a half hour later, Minnie was sitting on the nest. I reached under her and pulled out an egg.
When Fran from Vermont bought the potholder below, she reminded me that Minnie used to sit in the chicken boxes in the old Bedlam Farm. Today Minnie was keeping an eye on another snake that made it’s way out of the basement and into the yard, so she must know she’s a cat. Maybe she just wants to be a chicken.